August 15th (Futa and male)

This was intended to be my entry into the Stories Contest. But it went way past the length maximum. I thought of breaking it up into three stories (the first of which could be entered), but frankly, I don't have the time, will or ability to do so.

I had it looked over by some friends...and well, I'm sorry but I don't have the time or will to be able to make the changes suggested. Sorry young man, sorry.

Whether it turned out well, forged in the fires of my passion and hammered into shape by my mind, I don't know.

Critique, commentary and all that is always appreciated.

Oh, and thanks to eliseolisbos for pointing out that vagina-vulva thing. Fixed a line because of it.

Please pardon the length.

Contains:

Futa fucking male

Male fucking futa

Mild lolicon (uh, they're 14 at one point in the story and I don't play the 'little girl' thing too much, more 'budding into womanhood', 'teenager' sort of thing)

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EDIT: My commentary on the story, should you care.

EDIT 2: To clarify, the pattern is Present, Flashback, Present, Flashback, Present.

Sunlight broke through the leaves of the trees above me. It wasn’t blindingly bright, seeing as my eyes were closed. But my eyelids would only block a fraction of the light, making it annoying. Almost in tune with the splashing in the distance, I turned on my side, away from the direct sunlight.

“Is that all you’re gonna do Aaron? Just lie there?” The splashing started to grow louder and drew closer.

My best friend is sloshing through the shallows of the freshwater lake, likely coming to either splash water on me or to hit me in the face with a fish. A few summers ago that actually happened.

Plopping down on the blanket beside me, Nevada shook my head with wet hands. “Wake up. We only do this once a year, we got to make sure we do stuff during it!”

First the sun, and now my friend. It seems that the activity of enjoying the fine late summer day by the lake with a nap was not in the great divine plan. My eyes opened to the outside world intent on annoying me. The groan of annoyance in my throat was stopped by Nevada’s ample and wet cleavage three inches from my face. If I looked carefully, I could probably see the outline of her nipples through the green bikini top.

Yes, my best friend is a girl.

She moved down the blanket, our eyes met. She was grinning.

“You know, maybe you should try lying down and enjoying the atmosphere, instead of splashing around in the lake like a kid.” Ever since she was a kid,, she was always a tomboy, more eager than I to go out and do things. The amount of energy she had always made her a handful.

She turned on her other side, now facing away from me. Her wet, raven bl